Lean

Listening to stories of transformation,

Identifying with the caterpillar

dissolving into goo,

Longing for chrysalis so no one has to watch….

wondering if I even want wings….

And then I i hear

“imaginal cells” start to communicate and create

The butterfly….

Imaginal cells?

That can’t be true…

We can’t transform that way…

But it is…

All is metaphor.

If we can not imagine we can transform,

We never will…

We will simply be goo longing for You.

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And then I saw what looked like the camellia reaching towards a butterfly….

And knew, You were reaching for me too.

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reserve parking

reserved parking

 

arriving at the venue, we circle for parking.

passing spaces are filled with bright orange cones,

for those more important than we….

the cat however took no mind and parked there anyway.

.

the event was magical.

where we parked was irrelevant…

.

park where you can,

walk where ever you are called to go.

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your attendance matters.

take a stand for what you Love.

enjoy listening to the music of life along the way.

 

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Fill up

At the gas station.

An ancient chihuahua peers at me over the edge of an open window,

Eyes full of love.

The equally ancient man is filling up his

Almost equally ancient car…

Looking back at the dog, his eyes fill with love.

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“She likes people” He says.

I screw the cap back onto my gas tank and cross over to them.

the little dog wags her tail,

and cranes her neck to reach my hand. I move closer.

“She’s lovely.” I say.

He beams like his headlights.

And we all get back into our cars a drive our separate routes home.

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All of us a need a rest stop every now and then on this road we call life.

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May you find ancient wisdom.

May it be filled with love.

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Listen to love

Love listens,

Even when you are looking in another direction.

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Offerings

Flashes of silver offered themselves up to the sky.

An osprey glides across the wind, grateful.

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As am i.

I offer myself up and glide across the wings of Your Spirit.

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Mau Meow

Gaye's egyptian mau

Today i met a Goddess of the Sun and Moon,  protector of the home!

Oh,

beloved Egyptian frog killer,

(and snakes and rats)

they say you were mis-marked,

and thus marked down?

but i see a purfect M from your sister Maat’s kiss on your forehead!

in being blessed, may we follow your example and bless others in return.

 

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Ladybug

i look down at my lawn of weeds,

not yet mowed,

quickly Waking Up from the North Florida winter.

The diversity amazes!

Circles and stars, ovoids and dashes…

Dandelion, plantain, random grasses…

mint creeps everywhere,

Crinkled, investing every footfall with brightness and there

On a dollar weed,

Like on a lily pad in a pond of green,

Sits

YOU!

.

Oh, how rich we are.

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Fan

We all have heroes

Who we watch for inspiration…

For some it might be butterflies,

For others, border collies.

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parole

old doxie mix

ancient killer of squirrels and cats

you need not suffer for your past crimes.

you were a product of your culture and the company you kept –

convicted, nevertheless forgiven.

but forgiveness

without training

is doubly cruel….

for it asks us to continue the cycle of suffering.

these are lessons our whole world needs,

yours and mine.

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Yellow

The butterfly

High against a bright blue sky,

In the top of the sweet gum tree.

Flitted and fluttered with fervent purpose.

I watched a yellow sulphur butterfly,

against cloudless sky,

Dancing with its namesake.

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Change transforms us.

Do not be scared,

Even if you have been only successful at failure.

Fluttering and flitting is still flying.

Do so with your fervent purpose.

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